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Pagan Blog Project: Honest Consumption

Not quite two years ago, I wrote this really long post on why replacing disposable plastic matters, and ways that they can be replaced in the home.  I’ve also written a bit on how we pick up trash at our stretch of beach, as an active devotion to the place where we live (since we worship it as if it were a deity).

A few weeks ago, I was  reminded of why this matters.

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On a recent beach clean-up, this is what my children and I found. This particular day, we picked up more than usual–we filled one and a half 55 gallon drum trash bins.

If it comes in a single use, disposable container that isn’t reusable (or that you won’t end up reusing), biodegradable, or recyclable (or that you won’t end up recycling), you can refuse it.  

The simple fact of life is that plastic ends up in the ocean.  From here on out, every time you see a juice bottle, a soda bottle, a water bottle, a container of body wash, a milk jug, shampoo and conditioner, throw away lunch containers, Styrofoam, lighters, shopping bags, produce bags, or anything else you can think of, I challenge you to think the following:

This is going to end up in the ocean. If I were an albatross, would I want my baby to eat this? If I were a minnow, would I want my stomach full of this? Do I want my food chain  filled with the same chemicals parent’s won’t allow in a container their child drinks from? Should our children (or ourselves) have to play on polluted beaches, building castles from plastic sand? As a Pagan, what kind of reverence am I showing (and teaching my children) for the home of the gods we worship (not to mention the home we share with every other living thing)?

I get it, sometimes its just not convenient, efficient, or effective to eschew the plastic-wrapped whatever.  I’m certainly not perfect–I’ve been known to pick up individually packaged applesauce for pint-sized guests (less dishes, and apple sauce containers make awesome jello molds and paint containers).  And sometimes there’s just no alternative–I’ve yet to find certain products that aren’t in plastic packaging (medication) or I can’t afford the alternative as part of my shopping habits (milk in glass bottles is about twice as expensive as milk in a plastic jug).  Just as often though, its an easy change to make–pick up the eggs in the cardboard carton instead of the plastic or Styrofoam one (plus, when you are done with them you can make fire starters from your dryer lint in them or use them for noise reduction).

But I think that as Pagans, we have the duty to be what my bloggy friend Deb calls “lessatarian”.  To examine our privilege and its accompanying consumption habits (as individuals and in our communities), and to make conscious decisions about the resources we use and the waste we create.   If we don’t do at least that, how can we claim to either be revering the Earth itself or celebrating the cycles of the Earth?  How can we claim to be paying homage to the Spirits of a place we’ve treated like a dump?  How can we claim to honor the Spirit of the Bear or the Fox or the Turtle, etc  when we are destroying the habitat and poisoning the young of bears and foxes and turtles?  How can we claim to be respecting our ancestors when we fail to preserve a legacy for our children? How do we claim to be worshiping gods that represent the forces of this world, our world, if we aren’t respecting that world?

We need to start asking ourselves:  Is this necessary for our  physical existence?  Is it necessary for our mental or spiritual health?  Is this a luxury that is worth the cost of its production?  Can we get it used?  Is there an alternative with less packaging, or more product for the package?  If there is not a feasible alternative, is it reusable?  Is it recyclable, compostable, biodegradable?  If not…why the heck are we buying whatever it is?  And if we aren’t buying it because of how its made and how its packaged (or if we have no choice), why aren’t we letting the company in question know?

I’m not calling on us to be perfect.  I’ve already admitted that I certainly am not.  I’m not pointing fingers, and I’m not making any claim to moral or ethical superiority.  I am calling upon us to do better when and where we are able.  I’m calling upon all of  us (myself included) to be honest with ourselves, to admit when and where we are being hypocritical, and to commit to a future where our purchases are made with more than just ourselves and our convenience in mind.

This has been a post for the Pagan Blog Project.


Pagan Blog Project: Know your Flora and Fauna

Etymologically speaking, the term flora and fauna was popularized by Linnaeus in the mid 18th century, and means the plant and animal life of a particular religion.  The words flora and fauna originate from deity names in the Roman pantheon.  Flora is the goddess of flowering plants, whose feast day was celebrated at the end of April, and Fauna is a goddess who is either the daughter, sister, or consort (as Bona Dea) of Faunus, a sort of analog to the Greek Pan considered be a god of the woods and wild lands as well as prophecy.   From a Pagan perspective, knowing your flora and fauna is a two-fold idea–both knowing the plants and animals (among other things) of your land-base and knowing the Flora and Fauna (whether or not there is actually a Flora and Fauna in your pantheon) of your land base as well.

Once again, this gets back to the idea of loving where you live as an active devotion–of spiritual bioregionalism.  Every one of us lives in a unique ecosystem with a unique history. ” Our individual ecosystem can strengthen us, can teach us, can shape us…if we let it.  If we know how to talk to it–and more importantly, if we know how to listen to it.  I’ve said it enough times that I think I’m a broken record on the subject, but part of being a witch is being part of one’s environment.  That means knowing my local plants and animals, knowing where my water comes from, what my geography means for my weather patterns, what the natural AND human history of my landbase is, and where my soil comes from.”*

You can’t be part of your environment without knowing your landbase…and you can’t know your landbase if you don’t know whom you share it with.  Maybe it seems like a daunting task…after all, there are 1.3 million described species (as of 2013), and (perhaps) an estimated 8.7 million species in total.  So start small, and close to home…

Who are your neighbors (two legged, four legged, feathered, finned and leafy)?  Start in your backyard–learn the trees, the grasses, the “weeds”, wildflowers and shrubs, the birds and small mammals that visit, look for amphibians and reptiles, get to know your insects.  Once you have those down, learn your neighborhood, and then the parks and wild spaces where you live.  Get field guides specific to your state or your ecosystem (or both), and learn your flora and fauna as a way to know your Flora and Fauna!

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Pagan Blog Project: Divinity=EverythingEnsouled

In weaving, the warp is laid down first, lengthwise, and generally on a frame of some sort.  The weft is then woven, over and under, up and down, line by line, to create an entire piece of cloth.  They are so integrated that to remove either the weft or the warp completely destroys the fabric that has been produced, leaving it in a tangle of threads.

As an allegory, I think this describes perfectly how the material and immaterial (definition #2) weave together the fabric of the Universe.  So much so, that I don’t see a division (in the final product) between the physical reality of the universe and the non-physical reality of the universe.  There is a difference, yes…but not a division.

In a previous Pagan Blog Project post, I talked about a reoccurring theme on this blog, the idea of loving where you live.  I worship (and by worship I mean that I celebrate, revere, honor, adore, devote myself to, make offerings to, and regard with awe and deference) nature (and by little-n nature I mean rocks and trees and lakes and ponds and birds and crocodiles and slime mold and slugs) as the physical body of Nature (and by big-N Nature, I mean The Big Mystery, aka The Divine, aka The Universe, aka Nature’s Consciousness) through the language and symbolism of deity (and by deity, I mean individual gods like Zeus or Brigid).

Admittedly, the idea of nature worship can be an idea that is not without its difficulties,  difficulties that  another blogger has tackled pretty thoroughly (if you click and read any links, read these two!).    But this post really isn’t about that.  This post is more about how, when I talk to nature, Nature often talks back.  And how, when I talk to Nature, nature often talks back as well.  And how I have chosen (or been chosen) to interpret deity/divinity in a particular way.  How we have all been chosen to interpret deity and divinity in particular ways, rooted in our own independent and individual experiences of them.

D is for Divine

Last time, for the PBP, I talked about consciousness.  The ultimate question of consciousness is the question of how the physical processes occurring in the brain (such as those that occur when sensing an event) transform into the subjective experiences of the person?  What makes the firing of neurons, the flow of electrons, the transmission of neurotransmitters become something that is unique to each person, that can ultimately be seen differently, felt differently?  So far, this is a question that is unanswerable by science–not because we lack the technology or understanding, but because it is largely untestable.

In my post, I talked about ourselves as a “cauldron of consciousness”, that I think that the place where we meet That Which Is Divine, however it chooses to reveal itself to us (or how we are able to interpret it) is here, in the space between sensing something and experiencing it.  For me, deity is nature–it is rock and tree and sea and sky.  It is also Nature–as Rock and Tree and Sea and Sky.  They are separate, but so tightly woven together that they are one.  For me, my experience of deity has worn into my brain an idea that isn’t quite animism, or pantheism, or polytheism, but  contains elements of each.

When I go to the beach and make an offering to Psamathe, I am honoring the beach itself–the convergence of the physical elements and magical ones, as much as the Nereid of Greek mythology.  I believe in a Divine Universe, woven  into the physicality of the physical universe, where everything is ensouled.

This post is a contribution for the Pagan Blog Project. Be sure to check out the other contributors, and enjoy!


Friday Musings

First tea of the day: None.  Today was a day without tea.  And it was a rough start.

#firstthrityone pics: I mentioned the rough start for the day without tea, right?  Part of that rough start included losing my good SD card which had the past week of pictures.  Needless to say, I had to get out the not-so-good SD card for Mom & Chickadee Day Out today.

This picture would be better for tomorrow, but our weather is totally uncooperative to this challenge

26-Chill(a day early)

26-Chill
(a day early)

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Kale Fail:  Kale chips hate me.  Seriously…I either burn Kale chips or over salt them.  Or both.  Mostly both.

I love them enough that I keep eating them anyhow.  Which apparently is why I’m in such a good mood, even when I eff up the kale.

Organized blogging…I recently (like last week) went through my “drafts” folder.  It was a mess.  I have several posts in there from last year (and by last year, I mean last January) and before (one was from 2010).  So, I’ve been inspired by one of the bloggers I follow (I forgot whom and where, because it was a post from a while back, and I forgot to save the link) to try to be more organized and scheduled and stuff.  If I remember correctly (since I didn’t save the darn link), she has a low tech solution since she’s not always at the computer (which is so me, no matter how it might seem), and uses a planner to plan topics and a notebook to sort of plot outlines and stuff ahead. Or something like that.

Anyhow, check out my organized awesomeness (and my bangs):

Yup I know, I'm a dork!

Yup I know, I’m a dork!

BTW, I have bangs: So…I have bangs.  And I did not do it because the First Lady had bangs on Monday!  I swear!  Although, I don’t doubt that when I thought to myself “Gee, I wish I had the money for a hair cut right now!” the fact that I just saw bangs on the First Lady contributed to my subsequent thought of, “hey, I can cut my own bangs!!).

I’m not sure if I like them or not.  The ladies at work seem to–I was told that I looked about 10 years younger than I really am (they weren’t suffering from hat hair at the time).  But…there is part of me that looks at them (even after I’ve done them and they are cute) and feels like a kindergartner whose mom just trimmed her bangs too short right before picture day.

Moment of Zen: Sauntering, not hiking

There are always some people in the mountains who are known as “hikers.” They rush over the trail at high speed and take great delight in being the first to reach camp and in covering the greatest number of miles in the least possible time. they measure the trail in terms of speed and distance.

One day as I was resting in the shade Mr. Muir overtook me on the trail and began to chat in that friendly way in which he delights to talk with everyone he meets. I said to him: “Mr. Muir, someone told me you did not approve of the word ‘hike.’ Is that so?” His blue eyes flashed, and with his Scotch accent he replied: “I don’t like either the word or the thing. People ought to saunter in the mountains – not hike!

“Do you know the origin of that word ‘saunter?’ It’s a beautiful word. Away back in the Middle Ages people used to go on pilgrimages to the Holy Land, and when people in the villages through which they passed asked where they were going, they would reply, “A la sainte terre,’ ‘To the Holy Land.’ And so they became known as sainte-terre-ers or saunterers. Now these mountains are our Holy Land, and we ought to saunter through them reverently, not ‘hike’ through them.”

John Muir lived up to his doctrine. He was usually the last man to reach camp. He never hurried. He stopped to get acquainted with individual trees along the way. He would hail people passing by and make them get down on hands and knees if necessary to see the beauty of some little bed of almost microscopic flowers. Usually he appeared at camp with some new flowers in his hat and a little piece of fir bough in his buttonhole.

Now, whether the derivation of saunter Muir gave me is scientific or fanciful, is there not in it another parable? There are people who “hike” through life. They measure life in terms of money and amusement; they rush along the trail of life feverishly seeking to make a dollar or gratify an appetite. How much better to “saunter” along this trail of life, to measure it in terms of beauty and love and friendship! How much finer to take time to know and understand the men and women along the way, to stop a while and let the beauty of the sunset possess the soul, to listen to what the trees are saying and the songs of the birds, and to gather the fragrant little flowers that bloom all along the trail of life for those who have eyes to see!

~~by Albert Palmer, from The Mountain Trail and Its Message(source)

Parting Thought: Sometimes (rarely), the news makes me smile.

Hoo-effing-RAH!  Its about time! (or how and when I might get arrested and live up to my senior superlative of “girl most likely to get arrested for chaining self to tree”)

And…Hoo-effing-RAH! Its about time, #2! (its nice of them to finally make it official, since we’ve been doing it since 1776)


Saturday Musings

First tea of the day: Iced Chai (I totally took myself to Panera Bread on the way to the grocery store)

Theme song of my week: Stand, by REM, was suggested by a new PF member, as a sort of “Spiritual Bioregionalist Anthem”…I think I like it!

And…its time to be thinking about Imbolc.  Or, as we call it in our house…Candlemas.  Ugh…still too soon, I’m not feeling it yet.

Moving on now.

Thal’s PBP Reads of interest for the letter B:

B is for Breath
B is for Baddies
Blogging is hard
Buddhism has a place in Paganism
B is for Bona Dea
Boredom
B is for Book
Bear, companion of winter
Brigid–finding our fire
Book of Shadows
Binding Spells
B is for Books and Blogs
Learning to Walk in Beauty

…and more to add next week!

#firstthrityone update! (please excuse the photos taken on my cell phone…I’m sure you can figure out which ones those are!!)

14-Frost So...we hadn't had real frost yet, but luckily, with the help of liquid nitrogen and a squirt bottle of water, we got to make some at work!!

14-Frost
So…we hadn’t had real frost yet, but luckily, with the help of liquid nitrogen and a squirt bottle of water, we got to make some at work!!

15- BundledYou might noticed I'm totally not bundled up here...at this point, it was still in the 60's

15- Bundled
You might noticed I’m totally not bundled up here…at this point, it was still in the 60′s

16-Change Let's face it...there is something off about blooming roses in January.  Climate change anyone?

16-Change
Let’s face it…there is something off about blooming roses in January. Climate change anyone?

18-Slumber

17-Slumber

18-Close-up Some washed up stuff, close up.

18-Close-up
Some washed up stuff, close up.

19-Fur Lots of animals have fur...but this one doesn't.  What can I say, I live by the beach, and you don't argue with what the Ocean sends your way.

19-Fur
Lots of animals have fur…but this one doesn’t. What can I say, I live by the beach, and you don’t argue with what the Ocean sends your way.

Random Recipe to try: Alton Brown’s Chewy Gluten Free Chocolate Chip Cookies

8 ounces unsalted butter
11 ounces brown rice flour, approximately 2 cups
1 1/4 ounces cornstarch, approximately 1/4 cup
1/2-ounce tapioca flour, approximately 2 tablespoons
1 teaspoon xanthan gum
1 teaspoon kosher salt
1 teaspoon baking soda
2 ounces sugar, approximately 1/4 cup
10 ounces light brown sugar, approximately 1 1/4 cups
1 whole egg
1 egg yolk
2 tablespoons whole milk
1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract
12 ounces semisweet chocolate chips

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees F.
Melt the butter in a heavy-bottom medium saucepan over low heat. Once melted, pour into the bowl of a stand mixer.
In a medium bowl, sift together the rice flour, cornstarch, tapioca flour, xantham gum, salt and baking soda. Set aside.
Add both of the sugars to the bowl with the butter and using the paddle attachment, cream together on medium speed for 1 minute. Add the whole egg, egg yolk, milk and vanilla extract and mix until well combined. Slowly incorporate the flour mixture until thoroughly combined. Add the chocolate chips and stir to combine.
Chill the dough in the refrigerator until firm, approximately 1 hour. Shape the dough into 2-ounce balls and place on parchment-lined baking sheets, 6 cookies per sheet. Bake for 14 minutes, rotating the pans after 7 minutes for even baking. Remove from the oven and cool the cookies on the pans for 2 minutes. Move the cookies to a wire rack and cool completely. Store cooked cookies in an airtight container.

Thoughts about wheat: I’ve been trying trying TRYING to be gluten free for the past month or so now, in a sort of allergies experiment.  I’ve managed to get to about 80%.  I can do really really well for a week, and then something comes in as I backslide for a meal or two.  Like brownie making with the kids, and Chinese buffet (I love steamed dumplings).  And then there is crap like GLUTEN IN SOY SAUCE.  Seriously?  WTF!  And, I guess…since I haven’t noticed any asthma-allergies difference, I’m sort of ambivalent about it.  I *want* to do this, but it sucks so much.  And I don’t HAVE to (like my Dad who has Celiac disease).  But then again, my tummy and guts are so much happier when I lay off the bread and the pasta and the pizza and the brownies.

If I am going to survive this, I must find a brownie recipe.

Herb of the Week: Wax Myrtle

Wax myrtle (AKA southern bayberry or candleberry), or Myrica cerifera,  is one of my favorite local plants.  It is an evergreen shrub native to the mid-Atlantic and southern Atlantic coasts of the US (also in the Gulf) that prefers saltwater marshes and freshwater wetlands.  The wax myrtle is an early colonizer in a disturbance regime, and is also a major winter food source for birds in this area.  The root bark of bayberry has historically been used as an herbal treatment for fever, diarrhea, gum problems, and infection (and is to be avoided during pregnancy).  Early colonists used the wax myrtle to make bayberry candles (it takes about 15 lbs of berries to make 1 lb of wax).  Magically speaking, the wax myrtle is a feminine herb, corresponding with Jupiter and useful in rituals and spells dealing with prosperity and luck.

Tarot Card of the Week: Nine of Wands

In a nutshell, this card comes down to one thing–persistence.  If you’ll forgive the mixed metaphors, the Nine of Wands is about keeping your chin up and hopping back in the ring for another go, no matter how battle weary you might be.  Depending on the placement and position, this can be positive–resilience and hope for success in the willingness to try again…or it can be negative–getting beat up, for what is ultimately no good reason.  When you get the Nine of Wands, it is important to figure out which is which!

A prayer for the day: The Homeric Hymn to Gaia

Parting thought:

Earth (Gaia) is a goddess who teaches justice to those who can learn, for the better she is served, the more good things she gives in return.

~Xenophon


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